What a Saturday morning. I hate it. Usually for the past 8 weeks, my Saturdays in the US was spent from lying on the apartment couch to helping my mom at the office to shopping with my mom and sister. In Singapore, it was kinda the same. But now, its like, where is the sound of my sisters giggles and small talks? Where is the constant calling from my mom? Where is it? Sometimes, when I am put in these kind of positions, desperation and rashful thinkings are all I can turn to.

It has been a mere 3 days since the departure of my mom and Trin and I just feel like going back to Novemer 8th- the day I departed for the US. I felt reluctant leaving my paps' in Singapore but I had to go to the US to do something. That's how I felt. Now I have seen my mom's lifestyle in the US and I have really seen my mom for who she is. I want to buy a ticket going to back to LA. But what will my decision come to? Consequences. More consequences. I feel that at this stage of my adolescent life, I cannot afford anymore of these decisions made out of my naive and rash thinkings. What am I to do?

sad to say,
sherina rose 10:01 AM